Rebel (20 page)

She knelt with her knees at the edge of the
bunk and spread her thighs wide. Raising her arms, she interlaced
her fingers behind her neck, thrusting her breasts forward. This
was called the Offering. A slave could willingly assume this
position for their Master or a Master could command the slave to
Offer themselves to another.

Her lips trembled as she remembered the day
Paul had Offered her to his mentor.

Warm fingertips brushed along her
collarbone. He could see her. She had no idea how, but he could
definitely see her.

“You are perfection, my love. A gift fit for
a king.” Her lips trembled, but Danette didn’t speak. A slave only
spoke in direct response to her Master. “You’re fortunate I’m a
greedy, possessive Master.”

A soft sigh escaped her. She didn’t want him
to share her. She wanted to serve him alone.

“When Paul Offered you to me, how did that
make you feel?”

If she lied, he would punish her. Tonight
she craved pleasure, not punishment. “I was frightened. You were
his teacher. I feared displeasing you and shaming him.”

His wandering fingers drifted over her
breasts, pausing to roll her nipples. “Is that all that frightened
you?”

“No.” He worked her nipples into tight,
sensitive buds. Danette licked her lips, restless and anxious. “I
was afraid…”

“Yes?” A sharp sting pinched her left
nipple. “Too tight?”

“No.” Stars, it felt fabulous. Her nipple
burned, a persistent stimulation. He clamped her right nipple and
the cold chain connecting the two brushed against her torso.

“What else frightened you?”

He had obviously guessed her feelings or he
wouldn’t continue to question her. “I was afraid he would realize
how much I wanted you. Each time Paul took me to the common room, I
struggled to keep my gaze off you.”

“Why? What drew your gaze to me?”

She licked her lips, her mind drifting back
to the Pleasure Palace. “It’s hard to explain. You were so
confident, yet so…caring. You always knew exactly what others
needed to bring them the most pleasure.”

“That was my job.”

“It’s more than an occupation with you.
Anyone can learn the skills of a Pleasure Master. I think you were
born to this role. You brought pleasure to even the most reluctant
slave and I was terrified Paul would know I wanted to submit to
you. I wanted you to take me in every way a woman could be taken.
Even while Paul was inside me, sometimes I thought of you.”

He gently pulled on the chain, increasing
the pressure on her nipples. Danette moaned.

“It isn’t wrong to desire someone,” he told
her. “It’s wrong to act upon that desire unless your Master grants
you permission to do so. Was I wrong to want you while you still
belonged to Paul? You have no idea how often I watched your
training, how much I wanted to take his place.”

His words thrilled her far more than they
should have. She was making herself vulnerable. And a possibility
nagged away in the back of her mind. Was he simply telling her what
she wanted to hear? “May I ask a question?”

“Of course.”

“If you coveted me while I was with Paul,
why didn’t you immediately recognize me?”

“When I left the Pleasure Palace, it was as
if I became someone else. Pleasure Master Nine, and everyone he
knew, became part of my past. You were familiar to me from the
first moment I saw you. It just took a few days to remember exactly
who you were. Besides, it was a bit of a shock to realize Paul’s
slave was Admiral Tiptonn’s daughter.”

She hoped he spoke truthfully, but it didn’t
really matter. This was a temporary diversion, a blissful way to
pass the time until she was
rescued
.

“Are you having second thoughts?”

The dread in his tone silenced her
reservations. “No. I want this. Badly.”

“Then lie back and open yourself.”

Danette lay on her back, digging her heels
into the bunk and spreading her legs wide. The darkness caressed
her as much as his voice. Her senses came alive without the
distraction of visual input. She could smell his cologne mixed with
the musk of her arousal. Each sensation seemed more acute, each
touch more titillating.

“Part the way for me. I have other uses for
my fingers.”

Reaching between her widespread thighs, she
parted her folds, offering her clit and her core for his
enjoyment—for
their
enjoyment.

“You may come as often as you like tonight.
I give you permission now.” His lips closed around her clit,
sucking harder than she usually enjoyed. They’d waited so long and
the tension was already at a fever pitch. His aggression was
perfect. She trembled. Her pussy clenched demandingly and pleasure
lanced through her abdomen. Before the orgasm began to recede, he
thrust three fingers deep into her passage. With a startled cry,
she came again.

Danette shook. The forceful penetration
drove her to a higher plane, increased the intensity until she
could hardly breathe. How she’d missed this! He continued sucking
on her clit while his fingers worked her core. After only a few
minutes, she came again, harder, her inner muscles squeezing his
fingers.

Without missing a beat, he drew out of her
slick pussy and pushed his long middle finger into her ass. Danette
arched, pressing herself against his mouth. Lost in sexual frenzy,
she abandoned herself to the sensations. No sooner had one orgasm
burst than another began. He pushed her hard, expecting her
submission, her complete surrender. She reveled in his mastery and
felt empowered by his savage tenderness. He touched her everywhere,
licked her flesh as if her skin sustained him, but always he
returned to her pussy, savoring her cream until she was limp and
sated.

He raised his face from between her thighs
and rested his chin on her belly. Her legs were draped over his
shoulders and her entire body glowed with a heated flush.

“Were you fully trained by Paul?” His hot
breath wafted across her tummy as he spoke.

Panting softly and still a bit dazed,
Danette wished she could see his face. “I’m not sure what you
mean.”

“I need to be inside you. I’ve thought of
nothing else. But I know you’ll be examined.”

He was right. If they found the smallest
trace of his DNA, he would be charged with rape as well as
kidnapping, regardless of her testimony.

“I won’t come inside you, but that isn’t
foolproof. It would be better if I… Did Paul prepare you for anal
play?”

The chain swung, tugging gently on her
nipples as Danette turned over. She drew her knees beneath her and
lowered her shoulders toward the bed, bracing herself on her
forearms.

“I await your pleasure, Master.”

His warm hands caressed her bottom,
spreading her cheeks and rimming her anus. “You will answer me
honestly. Do you enjoy this sort of play?” He pushed his finger
into her tight back passage.

She gasped. “I’ve only been taken there
twice, but my— Paul liked to use a toy there while he was inside my
pussy.”

“And did that please you?” He drew his
finger nearly out, creating tingling heat with the simple
motion.

“It pleased me very much.”

He smeared something cool around her anus
and worked it inside with his fingers. Danette held perfectly
still. He’d obviously had this in mind when he’d joined her in the
darkness. She understood his determination. She wanted to feel him
moving inside her more than anything, but uncertainty clawed at her
mind. The toy Paul had used was slender and sleek. She’d felt the
Master’s long, thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Could he
do this without hurting her?

“Do exactly as I say. Rub your clit until
I’m inside. I’ll do the rest.”

His patience soothed her anxiety and
replaced it with anticipation. Desperate with desire, he still
guarded her well-being. Her nipples stung, the chain pulling on the
clamps in this position. Hot cream ran down the inside of her
thighs. Stars! She was literally dripping. It had never been like
this, not even with Paul.

Shifting her weight to one arm, she moved
the other beneath her and touched her passion-soaked folds. His
fingers covered hers and he made a throaty sound—part growl, part
moan.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

Trembling, she tried to interpret his
outburst. “Does this displease you?”

Brushing her hair away from her spine, he
trailed kisses along the subtle ridges. “Why would it displease me
to know how much you want me?” He reached the small of her back and
eased her bottom cheeks apart.

She tensed.

“Rub.” He pressed against her tightly
puckered opening while she firmly stroked her clit. “Push back
against me as I push in.”

Danette braced her legs and tried to relax,
to accept him. Pressure gave way to pain. A burning sting forced
the breath from her lungs, but she kept right on rubbing. He drove
steadily deeper, stretching her and claiming her. Blissful fullness
finally eclipsed the sting. She relaxed and dragged in a shaky
breath.

“Is my slave in pain?”

“I welcome the pain, Master. I want all of
you.” A nervous laugh escaped before she could staunch it. “You are
considerably bigger than the toy.”

He gathered her to him, pressing his body to
the curve of her back. Massaging her shoulders and stroking her
arms, he gave her time to adjust to his invasion. He teased the
outer swells of her breasts, absently playing with the chain,
igniting fire in her nipples.

His lips explored her shoulder and the
sensitive nape of her neck. “I could stay like this forever. You
feel so good.” He reached beneath her and found her hand still
pressed against her mound. Entwining their fingers, he caressed her
with her own hand.

Gasping into the blanket, Danette willingly
succumbed to his erotic spell. He pulled back, dragging his cock
nearly out. Searing pleasure flared in the wake of his withdrawal.
He rubbed her clit firmly as he plunged back in.

He kept their fingers entwined and continued
to caress her. Slick, hot, this was passion. He moved faster,
deeper, pairing each thrust with a pass of their fingertips. Heat
erupted. Spasms of pleasure detonated within her and radiated out
to consume him.

“I have to pull out.” The words sounded
mournful and hoarse.

Korbin groaned as he pulled his cock out of
Danette’s hot back passage. With a few frantic strokes, he came
across her uptilted ass. Sensations ricocheted through his body as
he snatched her uniform top off the floor and wiped away the mess.
He’d recycle the sheets as well, but he wasn’t taking any
chances.

He started to scoot off the bed and she
grabbed blindly for his hand. “Don’t leave me yet. Please. I want
to indulge the full range of my
depravity
.” Her strangled
laugh ended in a sob.

Sweeping her into his arms, he settled her
across his lap. He caressed her breasts, her hips and thighs. “Is
it really that bad for you?”

“I’m less of a prisoner here than I am on
Halley Prime. I can’t go back there.” In barely a whisper, she
added, “I want to stay with you.”

The sincerity in her voice broke his heart.
This night had increased the danger tenfold. They were being
foolish and reckless, and he couldn’t seem to stop. If her father
had any idea one of the rebels had touched her…

“Sweetheart, this is a fantasy, a moment out
of time. I can’t rescue you from your father any more than you can
wave a magic wand and end this conflict. I never should have
touched you—”

“If this one night is all we have, I refuse
to waste another minute on regret. I will savor this fantasy for
the rest of my life.”

He framed her face with his hands and
settled his mouth over hers. She was open and waiting for his kiss,
his touch, his passion. Each moment they spent together would make
the inevitable end more painful. Yet it didn’t seem to matter. He
traced her teeth with his tongue and savored her evocative
taste.

“I want your taste in my mouth too.” She
whispered the words against his parted lips and he growled in
response.

He activated minimum lighting with a hushed
voice command. She had never seen his face without a mask and this
would be no better. Minimal illumination provided basic
silhouettes. Tugging off his night-vision goggles, he tossed them
onto the bunk and strode across the cell with Danette in his
arms.

Pausing at the lav door, he lowered her feet
to the floor. He’d imagined fucking her in the shower ever since
they’d started this little game. The door raised and he guided her
inside the tiny cubicle.

“I think it’s only fitting that this ends
where it began.” He cursed the ridiculous catch in his tone. They
were from different worlds! This had not and would never be
real.

“It began in the Pleasure Palace.”

He tugged on the chain connecting her nipple
clips and she gasped. “Don’t argue with me. Get in.”

The cleansing mist activated as soon as they
entered the stall. Korbin rubbed it into his skin, carefully
working it along the length of his cock. The speed with which he
hardened amazed him. He’d never been with anyone who could arouse
him so quickly. He rinsed away the residue and turned toward
Danette.

“If you want my taste in your mouth—” He
paused for a demanding kiss. “I’d be happy to oblige.”

Before she had time to move, he tossed a
folded towel onto the floor in front of him. She smiled at the
thoughtful gesture and lowered her knees to the towel. Without the
night-vision goggles, he couldn’t see her any better than she could
see him. Her warm fingers worked their way from his knees to the
juncture of his thighs.

He moved his legs apart, giving her plenty
of room to play. Would she tease him with her tongue or immediately
suck him into her mouth. The Pleasure Palace was a distant memory
and her pussy had distracted him while she did this before.